Thank you to everyone who joined us to celebrate our *300th* virtual group session!
For this session we read a poem “Small Kindnesses” by Danusha Lamรฉris, posted below.
Our prompt was:ย โBegin with the word ‘Strangersโฆ‘โ
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"Small Kindnesses" by Danusha Lamรฉris Iโve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say โbless youโ when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. โDonโt die,โ we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we donโt want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, โHere, have my seat,โ โGo aheadโyou first,โ โI like your hat.โ The New York Times (9/19/2019), Bonfire Opera
